A flower blooms as the moon
A storm can come just like the sun
A person can pass as a tune
Death can make a person run
Blooms the souls of people
Fighting to be so equal
Only to be dragged with all the evil
Where no one is gleeful
Others might go up into the sky
Where their paradise soon resides
Sitting up oh so high
They can stay where life glides
Down below the rest they stay
Forever stuck held stuck at bay
-Carolyn Turner
